Poor
moroccomole completed a horrid travel day by getting all confused and driving in the hell that is rush hour on Atlanta's interstate system. In an attempt to meet us for dinner, he drove about 75 miles out of his way. When he eventually got here and fainted on the doorstep, we started an IV drip of beer, ribs and french fries on him
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